The black-moled bodyguard didn't immediately attack Yang Ming. Instead, he moved half a meter forward in small steps and stopped two meters away from Yang Ming.
This was a safe distance for fighting. Generally, people who often fought knew this, including Yang Ming. Standing two meters away, no matter if the opponent punched or kicked, he couldn't hit the target. He could react quickly.
Therefore, before he figured out Yang Ming's true strength, he wouldn't act rashly. Otherwise, he would end up like the two guys lying on the ground. He wouldn't even know how he died.
"Come on. Let me see how you knock down the two wastes on the ground." The black-moled bodyguard wasn't stupid. He wanted to provoke Yang Ming to make the first move, and then explore Yang Ming's depth.
"Once I make a move, you will also become a waste." How could Yang Ming not guess the black-moled bodyguard's thoughts? However, Yang Ming didn't care at all because Yang Ming was 100% sure that he could kill him in one move.
The black-moled bodyguard was stunned at first, but then he immediately understood Yang Ming's meaning! He said that the bearded man and the flattop man were wastes. Now, these two people were lying on the ground. Yang Ming's meaning was that once Yang Ming made a move, he would also be lying on the ground.
The black-moled bodyguard was a little angry, but as an excellent bodyguard, he knew that he absolutely couldn't be angry at this moment. It was taboo to be angry when fighting with others. The black-moled bodyguard suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, but his face was expressionless. "Since you took the initiative to give up the opportunity to make a move, then I won't be polite."
"Whatever." Yang Ming threw out two words, and it almost made the black-moled bodyguard's lungs explode. He had seen arrogant people, but he had never seen such an indifferent person. He was simply looking down on his existence. This was even more unbearable than being arrogant.
However, even though he was angry, the black-moled bodyguard still did not lose his mind. The black-moled bodyguard carefully kicked forward. Of course, he was only baiting Yang Ming, so the kick was completely a feint. He was two meters away from Yang Ming. No matter how long his leg was, it was impossible for him to kick Yang Ming.
"Are you warming up?" Yang Ming didn't even try to dodge. He stood in place and looked at the black-moled bodyguard with a faint smile.
The black-moled bodyguard knew that his intentions had been seen through by Yang Ming, and he was immediately embarrassed. He blushed and coughed twice. It was not good for him to deny it, so he could only say, "What? You don't want to make a move, and you don't want me to warm up?"
"Sure! Why can't I? You can do whatever you want. " Yang Ming made a "go ahead" gesture, and then stood aside with his arms crossed. He looked like it had nothing to do with him, which made the black-moled bodyguard angry, but there was nothing he could do.
It seemed that it was impossible to lure Yang Ming to make a move first. He could only find an opportunity to make a move himself.
Yang Ming didn't have to wait for this guy to make a move first and kill him. The shock to Yan Shoubao was not strong. The longer it was delayed, the greater the pressure on Yan Shoubao's heart. Only then could this guy be completely afraid of him. The next time Ming Yang Heavy Industry came here to deliver goods, he would warmly welcome them with a red flag.
"He!" The black-moled bodyguard took advantage of Yang Ming's absent-mindedness and suddenly made a move. He wanted to catch Yang Ming off guard! Moreover, it seemed that he did catch Yang Ming off guard!
Yang Ming still stood there and did not move, as if he did not react. The black-moled bodyguard was overjoyed. Who asked you to be pretentious? You deserve to be unlucky. I will take your life directly when you are not prepared.
The black-moled bodyguard's fist slammed into Yang Ming's face. He used all of his strength at once. Even if he hit a sandbag, the sandbag would explode.
Therefore, the black-moled bodyguard seemed to have seen the scene of Yang Ming's head exploding and his brain splattering everywhere. There was a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth. This, he didn't know how many souls had died under his iron fist.
Since the black-moled bodyguard was hired by Yan Shoubao, he had eliminated many opponents for him.
Now, Yan Shoubao could stand at the top of Phoenix City because of his ferocity and cruelty. The two bodyguards under him could kill without blinking an eye.
"En?" The next moment, the black-moled bodyguard felt that something was wrong! The distance between himself and Yang Ming was not so long. Logically, his fist should have hit Yang Ming's head!
Thinking of this, the black-moled bodyguard was shocked. When he regained his senses, he suddenly found that although Yang Ming did not move his position, his head had already tilted to the side!
His punch had completely missed. It had gone through the gap that he had opened up and hit nothing but air! The black-moled bodyguard quickly wanted to withdraw his hand because his body was tilted at the moment. His center of gravity was not very stable. His whole body was full of weaknesses. If Yang Ming took this opportunity to make a move, then he would be useless.
However, could Yang Ming not make a move? Yang Ming looked at the black-moled bodyguard with a smile. "Well, I am going to make a move. Please pay attention."
The black-moled bodyguard's nose almost fumed. He thought, How can I pay attention to my current posture? Isn't your reminder equal to nonsense?! However, before he had time to complain, Yang Ming had already made a move.
Yang Ming kicked out fiercely and hit the black-moled bodyguard's crotch!
"Ao …" The black-moled bodyguard's voice was like a music box. He raised several degrees in an instant. His eyes bulged out, and his mouth opened into an "O" shape. His hands desperately covered his crotch. He knelt on the ground and couldn't help but tremble.
Yang Ming certainly knew the strength of his kick. This black-moled bodyguard estimated that he could basically enter the palace.
"Oh, I have heard a lot about you. It turns out that this brother is from the 'cover your crotch' faction. I am sorry to offend you." Yang Ming acted as if nothing had happened and said to the black-moled bodyguard who was in pain on the ground.
How could the black-moled bodyguard still have the strength to speak? At this moment, he was squeezed by Yang Ming. He immediately became anxious. He was in so much pain that his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Yan Shoubao's face twitched violently. He didn't expect Yang Ming's move to be so vicious. Seeing the black-moled bodyguard's miserable appearance on the ground, Yan Shoubao couldn't help but sweat. How painful is this?
"Is it your turn?" Yang Ming pointed to another fair-skinned bodyguard and said, "Little gigolo, what sect are you from?"
The fair-skinned bodyguard who was called a little gigolo was speechless. He was just a mixed-race. How did he become a little gigolo? However, after being squeezed by Yang Ming, the little gigolo did not speak immediately, but quietly waited for Yan Shoubao's order.
The black-moled bodyguard was kicked in the crotch by Yang Ming. Now, it was unknown whether he was dead or alive. He was the only one left to protect Yan Shoubao, so he didn't dare to act rashly. Otherwise, who would protect Yan Shoubao's safety?
Yan Shoubao was also a little scared. The black-moled bodyguard was known as the Iron Fist. This guy was invited from the underground boxing ring in the south at a high price. Yan Shoubao didn't know how many wronged souls had been born under his fist. Now, he was kicked by Yang Ming, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive!
Although the move was a bit despicable, it was undeniable that Yang Ming was still very strong. Otherwise, he would have died under the black-moled bodyguard's old fist.
"People who go against me don't have a good end." After all, Yan Shoubao was a person who had been through a lot. At this moment, he could still keep calm. "The previous matter is forgiven. We are even. This time, you can send your goods. I won't interfere, but there will be no next time!"
"Really? Is that all? "Yang Ming looked at Yan Shoubao and asked.
"Yes, I promise." Yan Shoubao nodded. He wasn't sure whether the gigolo could kill Yang Ming, so he chose to retreat. After all, Yang Ming's kick and the distorted expression on the black-moled bodyguard's face made Yan Shoubao very scared. He didn't want Yang Ming to kick him like that.
"But what if I don't agree?" Yang Ming smiled and looked at Yan Shoubao.
Yan Shoubao thought that Yang Ming agreed, but he didn't expect this guy to be unsatisfied. He was suddenly angry and said, "Don't push me too far! I tell you, I, Yan Shoubao, am not afraid of anyone! Today, I let you go, not because I am afraid of you, but because I respect you as a good fighter. I think you are also a fighter that Ming Yang spent a lot of money to hire, right? This matter has nothing to do with you. You have completed your task. Just go back and get the money. What do other things have to do with you? "
"Wrong. The task I received was for Ming Yang Heavy Industry to be unimpeded in Phoenix City in the future! Not this time. "Yang Ming waved his hand and said.
"Hmph!" Yan Shoubao snorted coldly, but his hand quietly touched his lower body. In his opinion, Yang Ming's skill was good, but no matter how fast he was, could he be faster than a bullet?
He thought that the black-moled bodyguard could easily kill Yang Ming, so Yan Shoubao did not intend to use a gun. Now, since he was not sure to use force to solve it, he would use a gun.
"What are you touching?" How could Yan Shoubao's action be hidden from Yang Ming? Yang Ming glanced through Yan Shoubao's desk and saw the movement of his hand below. "Are you touching your penis? Do you also want to try my End of Posterity Kick? Or do you want to join the Cover Your Crotch Gang? Do you want me to help you? "
Yan Shoubao's movement suddenly stagnated, but then he was relieved. Even if Yang Ming noticed the intention, so what? No matter how bad * ss he was, he couldn't beat a pistol, so the movement of his hand did not stop and continued to touch the pistol.
"Don't move. Look up and see what this is." Yang Ming raised his hand in an instant, but there was a small lipstick-shaped pistol in his hand.
This was obtained from Wang Xiaoyan in Macau. At that time, the bullets were used up, but after returning, Yang Ming added a few more. In the assassin suit that Fang Tian gave him, there were many different types of bullets.
"What is this?" Yan Shoubao was stunned. He had never seen the thing in Yang Ming's hand.
"Gun. Do you want to try?" Yang Ming asked with a smile.
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